[Intro]
  This goes out to all riders worldwide
  Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
  where playa hatin killers and the hood niggaz thrive
  And lame motherfuckers can barely survive
    [Verse 1]
  One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch
  Took a shower dried off brushed the gold teeth like Slick Rick
  Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
  Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
  The high discover me, hit the front porch
  Two women butterly lovely in front of me got my head gone
  I sent the bitch in the bed home cuz one of them
  got chocolate big thighs and the other one was a redbone
  Where y'all goin y'all thick as hell
  What's your name I wanna get up with y'all tonight shit
  I got some homies that lonely never phony we on some hype shit
  Call up the buddies you be tight with
  We ain't really gon be doin too much though
  We just ridin around bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes
  Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang
  and slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
  Or we can chill at the crib and play spades or kick some ass a bit
  Speedpass the clit and get passionate
  Grab the buckle and unfasten it
  and we can get into some ol' nasty shit
  Live if I could decide to try, don't play me bogus
  This ain't no spin move and I ain't got no time to lie
  Tell your girls we gonna be sliding by
  but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
  cause it feels so good
    [Chorus]
  It feels so good how we kick it in the hood like so good
  (When we ridin high)
  Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes
  Straight pimpin with nowhere to go
  And it feels so good the way we kick it in the hood like so good
  (When we ridin high)
  Rollin through the hood with Phillies and hoes
  Straight pimpin with nowhere to go
    [Verse 2]
  Me and my homies hooked up some cowards took up
  when niggas we lust smokin some but the flame tight
  Trippin off how we survivin the rugged terrain
  and try to hang tight getting fucked up on gang night
  Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the scrap
  Even we sent Deebo back to back to back
  We still be holdin' stacks of packs
  Rollin through wit black blacks, blunt reds, ash trays, and crack sacks
  Hustlin and chillin's what I'm focusin on
  Fiendin through bitch's cribs hopin it's on
  If ain't no strokin we strollin along
  Rollin the chrome out really trippin
  because we take the smoke to the dome
  Bumpin the tunes while bigger roles and herringbones
  glisten from all the sunlight
  Peepin the fe's with their hair done tight
  Booty hung right and every night we see at least one fight
  Hookin up with my fellow Westside cliques
  Now together we mush
  but when are we strapped through and rug cutters
  Just like the envy and jealousy throughout the other is love brothers
  Ridin every one of y'all my muhfuckers
  So put the Black Magic on the tires and get the wax off the chrome
  We gon' to blaze on till my brain's blown
  Hopin to get my thang on
  Not matter what block you stay on kick it
  Round the world it's the same song
  (so the Mobsters just flame on)
  For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood
  Now we got up on hittin the cuz
  From stealin' tips where they're swum the doves
  mo' we got up on some bud
  Straight hittin' up the block searching for love
  Reach up and hit the deep lung then we gone
  Smokin delight the body right what the party like
  Are you as live as I come roll with meso we can ride the sky
  But only if you let me play with you while we ridin' high
  cause it feels so good
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
  Sittin back cruising through the slow breeze
  thinkin how can I get mo' cheese
  Bumpin a system costin 4 G's
  I stay on my P's for the po-P's
  Split the Phillie with my door keys
  Scoop a female to the crib good get my boy to bring a blessin through
  Sit on the floor playin Tekken 2
  Lesson two I'm adressin you
  Turn out the lights like the World Class Wreckin' Crew
  Bring out the best in you
  Confessin true lies about your inner thighs
  and where they been hopin maybe you be my lady
  What's the potatoes without the gravy
  what you feelin on maybe soft with the silicone baby
  but can you pay me?
  Cause daily we be riding in the dope stroll
  while rockin dope flows I'll lose the spot if I choose to stop
  We can cruise some blocks and talkin' about
  how later on you comin' out your clothes, shoes and socks
  Now is that news or not?
  Come I step on the gas slow and smoke on this last "O"
  Get a "B" and split it now watch me kill it
  Tinted windows took a sealin' off in the Astro
  on billets take a choke on so I can really feel it
  Thinkin' about not having the rich life
  but the hood life was still a good life
  and that we know always and forever though
  for ever more rollin in the ghetto with nowhere to go
  and it feels so good
    [Chorus 3X]